Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Alphaville to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.